THE MALE MUST GO THROUGH
The late, great, Bob Bryant.
Well, the only thing he was great at, was being late. He was born almost two weeks after his due date, and never caught up.
He was late for breakfast, late for classes, late to get his drivers’ licence, and late for his senior prom. His Mother told him that he’d be late for his own funeral. If he’d shuffled his feet faster, he’d have been on the sidewalk, instead of shuffling off to Buffalo, in front of that bus.
Here he was, returning from the crematorium. With COVID-delayed postal delivery, Mom would be right.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.